Storytime

Storytime by Sheryl Martin

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Storytime (NC-17) by Sheryl Martin

Fox Mulder put the mug of coffee down on the table, stretching his arms up into the air to hear the satisfying crack. Dropping them back down to his side, he stifled a yawn as he looked beside him at the sleeping woman.

It had been a long and boring case; the most exciting thing being the fact that their expenses wouldn't be anything extravagant that he'd be hauled into Skinner's office for. He smiled softly as Dana Scully lifted a loose finger to push away a stray strand of hair from her eyes... She was so tired from the travelling and the nuisance of dealing with people who didn't always appreciate the fact that they were FBI and that she was a woman. Well, a little nap wouldn't hurt... He put his head back against the cushions, closing his eyes...

Fox didn't flinch as she pulled the tie away from his neck, quickly draping it around his eyes and tieing it securely. Leaning forward, she kissed him gently, whispering into his mouth.

"Don't move... you can try to touch me, but don't move..." His skin began to prickle as he felt her unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

"My, you're nice..." He felt her soft breath on his chest as her tongue began to tease his nipples; her hands running up and down his sides. Not tickling, just enough touching to raise all the hairs and send a shiver up his spine. Catching his breath, he heard her move around behind him.

"God, you're handsome." A whisper came in his ear, followed by a playful lick behind his earlobe. A soft wet kiss on the back of his neck, and he felt her hands begin to run down his back, feeling every muscle and tendon lightly. He twitched, but didn't try to move away. She stepped closer to him, letting him feel her breath on the back of his neck. A soft caress down his backside and his thighs made him groan, wanting her to continue undressing him. Her hands circled his waist to meet at the front; slowly beginning to undo his pants.

"Hmm... what do we have here?" Her chuckle made him laugh, choking it off as she ran a hand lightly over his front; running down inbetween his legs. Slowly undoing his zipper, she slid it down and let his pants drop to the floor. He could feel her kneeling behind him. A wet kiss on the back of his knees made him weak and dizzy.

"Wanna play with you..." His ears barely caught her whisper as he felt her fingers slowly draw down his shorts, letting them fall. She got back to her feet, placing another kiss on the back of his neck. A hand ran up his bottom, softly running between his cheeks. He swallowed hard, trying not to move. Her fingers lingered there, softly caressing him.

The hand snaked back around to his front, drawing lightly over his chest and neck; bringing a choked cry from him as she embraced him from behind. He felt her silky skin against his; the naked body behind him warm and enticing...

"Please... let me..." He gasped, unable to form a sentence. She laughed, placing a soft kiss on his back.

"You want me to let you have some fun?" Her hand retreated, running back up his bottom.

"Yes..." He swallowed hard, wanting her so badly... Her soft breath moved to his front; her hands both holding him and stroking him to the edge.

"Close your eyes..." He did so, aching for her. He felt the tie being removed. "Your turn..." Fox opened his eyes to see her blindfolded in front of him, an impish smile on her face.

Mulder mumbled incoherently, enough to wake Scully at the other end of the couch. A weary hand came up to rub her eyes, then dropped into her lap as she dozed off again...

Dana sighed, turning over to snuggle further into his chest. Her hands curled up by her chin; she mumbled softly. He instinctively pulled her closer, thinking at first that she was having nightmares again.

"I'm okay." She murmured into his neck, cuddling closer. Her legs entwined around his as she smiled softly in the darkness. "Just thinking again... bad habit..."

"Work again?" He ran a hand along her cheek, lightly stroking the soft skin. "No... just about the world... you, me... the usual worries about what we'll do in the future..." Lifting her head, she kissed him lightly on the lips, tugging playfully on his upper lip. "Nothing for you to worry about, love."

"Well..." He frowned.

"Nothing." She repeated, reinforcing her comment with another kiss... as her hand uncurled to caress his face and chin. "I just wonder about where'd I be if I hadn't found you... or you finding me, depending on your point of view."

"Very upset, I think." He smiled. "And very frustrated..." Leaning over, he pulled her close for a long, lingering kiss that left her breathless.

"Ah... right..." Dana chuckled. "About that frustrated part..." Pushing him playfully onto his back, she straddled his hips. "Let's see what I've learnt..."

Nibbling softly on his neck, she licked and stroked her way down onto his chest; grinning as he chuckled at her touch on his nipples. Taking each one into her mouth, she sucked on them lightly; holding back her laughter at his squirming from side to side. Sliding to the centre of his chest, Dana drew her tongue down the thin black hairs to his navel... and then to one side of his groin, hearing his moan of anticipitation...

With a wicked smile she nuzzled into his hips and down along his thighs, teasing every now and then with a playful lick over his arousal; answered by his gasp. His hands reached down to tangle in her long hair, lightly pushing her towards her ultimate goal... but she pulled off to one side again; teasing him with hot wet flicks of her tongue to each side and along his thighs... until she took pity on the moaning man under her and took him into her mouth.

He gasped as she rolled her tongue around and over him; sucking only a bit to bring him to full arousal... As his hands took a firm hold in her dark hair; she brought a hand down to caress and lightly run her fingers over his soft skin - touching and holding and tickling and stroking until he arched into her mouth with a plaintive cry of pleasure as he went over the edge...

With a mischevious grin she lifted her head, seeing him groan in the darkness. Running her hands over his stomach, she felt the light sheen of perspiration that she had caused evaporate in the cool night air as she drew the blankets off to one side. Moving back up his body, Dana snuggled once again into his side as he lethargically rolled to face her; his eyes still heavy with pleasure.

"Getting better at this, I think..." She snickered. He smiled, running a finger down the side of her cheek again.

"At this rate, I'll be dead before the honeymoon..."

"Oh... we'll see..." She kissed him lightly, tucking her face into his neck as she closed her eyes. "Practice makes perfect, you know... and I like practicing..."

The alarm clock in Scully's bedroom went off at full volume; shattering the silence with a roar of music and talk that startled them both.

Dana sat up first, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she focused in on the half-awake man at the opposite end of the couch. Staggering to her feet, she lurched towards the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker.

Fox blinked twice, raising a hand to check that his tie was still there... Then he got to his feet as well, meeting her in the kitchen with the empty mugs.

"Must have really passed out there for the night." He yawned. "I'll go home and change, then meet you at the office later..." She nodded, putting the mugs in the sink.

"Sounds good... I'll get the files and paperwork together here and meet you in a hour or so." She looked at him strangely for a second. "You sleep alright?"

"Sure." Fox ran a hand through his hair. "I always sleep well on the couch..."

"So, what do you think?" Jackie St. George looked to her left, to Rosie who was busy reading the story on her computer monitor. She shrugged.

"Not bad... I mean, compared to my stuff..." They both laughed. Jackie grinned.

"Hey, I only save the world... you write about it. Think you can post it for me?"

"Sure." Rosie tapped a few keys, transferring the story to her own terminal. "But I think you better not post it under your own name..."

"That's be rather suicidal..." Jackie mused. "Aside from having those two come down on me, I'll have Frohike sending email to Marty asking about this..." She put her hands down on the keyboard again. "An alias... ah!" With a sly wink at Rosie, she tapped at the keys.

"By Sheryl Martin... that's good enough. No one's ever going to figure that out."

The phone rang. Jackie grabbed it on the first ring. "St. George... oh, Dana..." Rosie left the room, chortling to herself. "No, I hadn't forgotten about lunch... I was just finishing up some paperwork, actually... Meet you in ten at Brandy's." Putting it down, she smiled at the monitor. "All I wanna do, is have some fun..." Humming softly to herself, she saved the story and left the office...

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